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Best Poems Written by Monte Banner

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The Color of Insanity.

Everywhere i look i see absence,
Even past barbed wire fences,
And it seems all life is past tense.
My whole body then tenses.

Is this a prison,
Because the sight is not by choice,
Life is becoming but a vision.
Random glimpses leaves me with no voice.

I cant speak about what i feel,
Even if urged,
I cant speak because that would make it too real.
Hate not dealt with but purged.

I don't really hate... not in that way,
Its an expression of emotion too deep to tell,
The deep cauldron of hope to untouchable to slay.
Anguish only matched by the fire in Hell.

Glasses half full leave me half empty,
White noise is the right metaphor to use,
Life that's too void to tempt me.
Existence is an unsolvable puzzle yet I'm searching for clues.

Dead Roses freshly picked and sold,
In deep soil that seems too fertile,
The use of life for gain shown so bold.
My mind only seems to see deep shades of purple.

The color of insanity.

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Everywhere I Am.

Disassembled parts lay scattered,
Desolation after destruction,
Determined to destroy the battered.
Dabbled in days of discussion.


The words screamed could never replace words unsaid,
Even if whispered in pain,
Deadly verbal daggers thrown that could damn the dead .
Always whispered in vain.


My soul mixes with the air to cause cancered hearts,
I'm not of this world,
My being fixes to assemble scattered parts.
I didn't mean to hit eject and be hurled.


A dangerous landing erased careful planning,
But alive i am,
Tedious demanding encased understanding.
But scattered i stay in dunes of sand.

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The Breath God Gave Me.

Cancel the thoughts you were thinking, 
The pressure in this place can crush,
Gravity causes my soul to start sinking.
Red painted hearts with death around the crust.


I will never trust because i am aware,
Cowards can never cower,
Even the red pointed beast couldn't scare.
I believe in a higher power.


My being is solid like rock of the thickest mountain,
My blood flows free ,
My inner core changes shape from life of the fountain.
My life will always be.


To see me would be a leap for most,
Look me in the eyes,
To grasp my concept would turn your life into a host.
Making you apart of my cause in hope.
I stand below the lies.


Try the tricky geometry i call me,
For me and my other parts are one,
I am the light sparkling on the sea.
Even when dark I'm apart of the sun.


Carbon bubbles up from my surface to show confliction,
My soul will not stand still,
I am outer space, for my space there's no restriction.
But venture to far and i will kill.


I race to a place that's out of grasp,
Will you keep pace?
I find beauty in what you think is trash.
What will you call my case?


Unready to give up things that aren't visible,
Unsure of things that don't change,
Uninterested in places that are livable.
Understanding of things that are strange.


Cant you keep my stride if i sprint?
Can you feel my insides scream?
Cant you avoid the things that tempt?
Can you really trust that I'm what i seem?


You can see me sprout from the ground,
But my roots stretch forever underneath.
You can feel my voice without a sound,
You will feel me even if existence is brief.

The breath God gave me.

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Dark Shaded White.

I live to lie under trees dying from the hot sun and no water, but I'm shaded,
I will not be deprived of things i cant have,
With my eyes i cant see things that die jaded.
Even if this cigarette burns to the tip, i will take another hit and i drag.

The night depletes with each breath that shakes out my temple,
And the cold screams in the wind keep me up as always,
The solution is right in front of my face but in actuality its not all that simple.
The screams terrify me, even when its not night they scream on all days.

And i stay stuck here, waiting for the echoes to stop screeching.

The battle that i cannot win nor lose, but i have a choice and i choose,
The thick dusty land around the trunk i lay at drains,
My emptiness is full and instead of withholding, i ooze.
Pain only manifested in the dark places of human brains.

And i lay here, deciding if my once perfect vision will stop streaking.

I ponder past thought for decisions that involve meaning,
And overall i cant cradle this life with such a shadow,
Life in a shaded area causes a devilish stinging.
But then again ill die if i try to live a life that's too shallow.

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Addiction.

My essence is not on the periodic table,
I'm nothing you are,
My presence is not for the stable.
Supernova of confliction from my hidden star.

Do you feel me bleeding?
Black ink as blood,
Do you feel contained as your reading?
The aftermath of my sudden flood.

Addiction of your mind,
12 steps to return back to me,
Vengeance for my kind.
And you love it actually.

I'm a flying fish or painful thunder,
I am the pills you rely on,
I am the heat that decays the summer.
I am the cross he died on.
Believe what you see and remain idle,
Forget the lessons that keep you in line,
Fail to remember warnings in the Bible.
Because your soul is now mine.

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Im Just Fine.

I have no feelings , no thoughts and no remorse,
Deathly evil lurks around my mind,
I know no humor, i am the maggot on a corpse.
maybe its time for me to unwind.

I hate mostly everyone, except one,
But your most likely included,
Mind on the burner, death from a gun.
My hate turns to sorrow, diluted.

Ill seduce you and take your soul,
And feed from your blood so easily,
ill love you and make you whole.
Or kill you just as feasibly.

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Crazy Banter.

Hail falls down on the sun,
Our race will not live, so help me God,
Where going to do the opposite of unloading a gun. 
We can only win by using force on this unhealthy pod.

Change the movie, even if hailed by critics,
Watch little Molly get killed by a chainsaw,
An absent scream in a scene of screeching crickets.
She we dead before i watched her brains fall.

Sadistic is nothing compared to this,
I the thought, i hate the sappy,
I like the thought of dumb souls slitting their wrists.
The actually screams make me happy.

I love the thought of readers i might startle,
I love the people who know I'm right,
My effort level is actually partial.
I love the people who laugh at life.

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Sadistic.

Permafrost for dead hearts,
Waiting for someone to take one swing and shatter it to pieces,
No blood drops just black shattered parts.
Broken from the dark unchanging creases.

Mockingly I smile and wait for signs of pain,
You stare at my snare watching in disdain.
The sensors then start to work in your brain..and now your in trouble,
You Do not fall, I'm surprised, but over.. you double.

The walls start to close in which seems to make it worse,
I love to watch people plummet and i laugh when they free fall,
Smile, as they hit rock bottom and cannot scream nor curse.
Remember that hate is constant, while love seems to seesaw.

DON'T mess with me,
I'm unpredictable and verbally violent,
But I'm actually learning to be nice for you, luckily.
All the while i still have trouble keeping silent.

But i do enjoy this, I want to see the pain you mill through
And when I'm through, I'm done, and I hope the pain kills you.

Sadistic

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Crooked Canals.

Crooked canals seem to cancer my minds passages,
They flank my system and the first symptom is anger,
The situation goes from capable to cancelled packages.
Forgotten practices redeem the handled danger.

Turbulence in my undercarriages causes confusion in my passengers,
Nose die from 1400 feet, am i supposed to be this high?
Bodies as rag dolls grounded by seat fasteners.
Closed eyes see forgotten maydays with descending fates falling out the sky.

Mental executions refer families to the end of the waiting line,
A dead silence lays upon the room with shared fears,
Respiratory systems slow as minutes seem like days in time.
Fed violence sprouts couples of paired tears.

A simple conformation by signatures insure the act,
Marble walls to rubble as shovels hit debris from pedaled hate,
A respectable title and burial for the lost soul and a honorable plaque.
Tidal waves of numbness and weeping willows at the rest of fate.

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The Days.

The rays lay slanted upon tectonic plates,
The days for which i feel bad are gone,
The sexual tension is thick for platonic fates.
The plays for which i stole souls of the strong.

The days for struggle lay dead in my back yard,
Looking at the past, ill pass,
I want all of my cake, down to the last shard.
Hard cake is better than no cake mister, no sass.
A drunk giggle right before the bottle of liquor came down with a crash.
Old days are gone and look at me through windows with bars.

Leave me be, I'm good, i promise,
The may-be's never seem to amaze,
But even now i must stay honest.
In my back yard there are failures sectioned in days.
It took forever to get here but now that Ive risen I'm not astonished.